Baby for Sugar Daddy: A Secret Baby Romance (Heartstring Dating Agency Book 6) by Lauren Wood (inspirational books TXT) 📗

get into your pants. I’m taking you out because you need it. And, it’s my way of apologizing.” He shrugged. “I feel like this is all my fault. So, if you won’t go for you then go for me and let me feel better about myself. Besides, it’s the fair. There’s no way it won’t be fun.”

I let out a deep breath and conceded. “Fine. Then, let’s go.”

A huge smile spread across his face, and he led me out of the office. The sun actually felt really nice, on my skin. I was all work, no play, and this break was something that I needed and didn’t even realize. Thankfully, my outfit happened to fit the occasion.

We paid to get in and strolled through the fair, taking in the sights and sounds and smells that always accompanied a carnival. It was fairly empty still, not yet full of after-work thrill seekers.

“Do you think that you can do it?” He challenged me suddenly. I cocked my head at Jordan before looking back at the strength machine. I was sure that I could get it at least halfway and get the stuffed animal that was about a quarter of the size of me. The teddy bear was large and pink and I wanted it.

“Of course I can do it,” I told him easily. I picked the hammer up and slammed it down against the platform. It took a great bit of strength from me and I watched as the meter hardly went up. I was actually surprised. I’d really been sure that I would have been able to get the meter higher, much higher. And, I hadn’t.

Jordan was basically choking on his laughs, and I wrinkled my nose at him and rolled my eyes. I punched him gently, in the shoulder. “Don’t laugh at me,” I snapped although my voice was amused. “What? It’s way harder than it looks. Do you think that you could do better than me?” I cocked my head at him.

“Of course I can.” He took the hammer out of my hand and paid the man in charge for another go.

I was fully aware that Jordan could do better than me. I wasn’t trying to enter into a competition with him. Rather, I wanted to watch the muscles, on his back, bulge, as he prepared to let the hammer down. I wanted to watch his arms become big, as he lifted. The reason that I’d challenged him was purely for my own selfish reasons.

And just as I had expected, when Jordan brought it down on the platform, it went up, almost to the top, showing me just how strong Jordan was. I let out a deep breath, my lip darting out to lick my lips before my teeth gently tugged on the bottom one. I wondered if he could hold me like that while he was fucking me.

The vendor congratulated Jordan before handing him the largest bear that they had. It was brown, a regular, huge teddy bear. And, it was almost the size of me. I didn’t know how I was going to lug it around everywhere. We would definitely have to make a pit stop at his car so that I could store it somewhere.

Although there was something oddly satisfying about rubbing it in the face of other people. Look at what my boyfriend got me! And what did your boyfriend get you?

My eyes widened. Had I just called him my boyfriend? What did I think that I was doing? Jordan was not my boyfriend. Just because we’d had sex once didn’t mean that we had some kind of claim over each other. We weren’t supposed to be together, it was an unspoken, and spoken, rule between us.

But, what if I wanted him to be?

“Do we need to take that to the car?” Jordan asked me, and I looked up at him, into those grey orbs that he called his eyes. There was something that I wanted to take to the car. We could get into the back seat and go at it like we were nothing but two teenagers who had experienced sex for the first time and couldn’t get enough of it.

“No,” I shook my head to clear my thoughts. “I actually think that I’m just about ready to call it a night and go home.” Before I had any bad ideas like taking you home and forcing you to fuck me against my bed.

“You sure?” Jordan asked and cocked his head to the side. “You don’t want to do just one more ride?”

I listened to his words and held up a single digit. “Just one?”

“Just one,” he reassured me.

“And what one would you like that to be?”

Jordan turned around and pointed at the ferris wheel, as it moved in a circle. “How about that one?” he asked. “Isn’t it the obvious choice? Besides, you can take Mr. Teddy with you.”

“Hey!” I exclaimed. “His name is Mr. Pants.”

Jordan laughed, as he grabbed my hand and led me to the ferris wheel. It didn’t take long to get our ticket, and all I could think about was the fact that he’d grabbed my hand. As much of a schoolgirl as it made me sound like, it was nice. I liked it. Warm and soft but not sweaty like the guys back in highschool.

The ferris wheel was nice. I sat close to Jordan, inhaling the pine scent that was so him and struggling to keep my hands to myself. I, desperately, wanted to slide my hand against the seat and wrap it around his dick and make sure that I was the best lover that he’d ever had. But, that wasn’t an option.

Not in public anyways.

Once we were off the ride, Jordan deemed that it was time to take me back home. So, we drove to the large apartment that now housed only one person since Drew had moved out. By the time that I’d woken up, the night after our huge, explosive argument, he had